He leaves.

He steals a history book Aitim was reading and flips through it curiously.

It's a biography of Avalor. She hasn't read it yet, she's starting with A Recent History of Voa.

He reads it. 

It's a pretty good biography. Written when older Avalor was 35.

Aitim talks to people. Promises another two of them immortality. 

He comes back to get Avalor. "Hey. We can go fetch your great-uncle now, if you'd like that."

"Yes please."

"You're going to need to hold the door."

"How are you going to get him?"

"Someone's going to fly out there and presumably confuse and slightly alarm him with an explanation and then bring him back here so you can give him a more reassuring one."

Nod.

"They're ready when you are."

"I'm ready."

Then they can go downstairs and she can hold the door for a fairy and a summoner who happened to speak Voan. They've looked up whereabouts of Avalor's great grand-uncle.

At home with his yellow relatives.

There's a knock on his door.

His sister opens it.

Yellow and a gray who, if you look closely, looks like 'standing' is not something they do often and they find it mildly bewildering. "Good evening," says the yellow in Voan. "Can we speak to Bar be-Ondi de-Vitko, please."

"- what's this about please -"

"He's not in trouble but it's somewhat urgent, it concerns his niece Avalor. She's not in trouble either."

"...I'll go get him..." She goes and comes back with Bar.

"Thank you," she says cheerfully. "It shouldn't be more than a few hours. If you'll come with us, please..."

"Come - where -"

"This way!" Towards the apartment fire escape, apparently.

"If you're going to drag me off somewhere to shoot me I'd really appreciate warning," he mutters.